Freefall 1160

After dinner thoughts

Coat. Boots. Mud. Ah, I remember the smell of that mud.
And the smell of places I haven't been. There's lichen here. Swamps. Even a forest of baby pine trees.
Sorry. Old boots are like open photo albums. It's hard not to look.
No problem. Hmm. Tree smell. That explains why my dog keeps wanting to add his own snap shots to my collection.
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